New paintings

It's been a while....

This year has been unbelievably up and down.
 I am now an 'unemployed writer and artist' due to an existing condition getting much worse and pain that stops me from doing any artwork that requires my hands. Then I get the odd days where I feel ok enough to do things.
 Today was one of those awesome days!
I am due to do an exhibition in April, it was supposed to be a concept exhibition using one of my stories as inspiration. I have decided to now centre it around my victorian stylistic paintings and call it 'doll house' (gallery permitting).
Here's the first three images .

ONE DAY TO GO!

Pretty much been on my ipod all week this week, it comforts me on the way to my minimum wager job!
Events like tomorrow make me realise why i'm not a career girl though...I'm an arteest dahling!

One day to go till the Bristol International Comics and Small Press Expo (Thats too long a title) .

Have my backpack packed ,comics bagged up and priced. 

Tickets will be available on the door.


Hope my bleary eyes see you there.

Anne Sexton - Anna who was mad

I've been writing some really really fucked up stuff lately. I think it's thanks to too much Burroughs and Anne Sexton. This poem is strangely horribly fascinating to me. Anna Who Was Mad

Anna who was mad, I have a knife in my armpit. When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages. Am I some sort of infection? Did I make you go insane? Did I make the sounds go sour? Did I tell you to climb out the window? Forgive. Forgive. Say not I did. Say not. Say. Speak Mary-words into our pillow. Take me the gangling twelve-year-old into your sunken lap. Whisper like a buttercup. Eat me. Eat me up like cream pudding. Take me in. Take me. Take. Give me a report on the condition of my soul. Give me a complete statement of my actions. Hand me a jack-in-the-pulpit and let me listen in. Put me in the stirrups and bring a tour group through. Number my sins on the grocery list and let me buy. Did I make you go insane? Did I turn up your earphone and let a siren drive through? Did I open the door for the mustached psychiatrist who dragged you out like a gold cart? Did I make you go insane? From the grave write me, Anna! You are nothing but ashes but nevertheless pick up the Parker Pen I gave you. Write me. Write.

Next Sunday : Come see some comics and show the love

http://www.spexpo.co.uk/bristol.htm

Buy your tickets, I'm only exhibiting on Sunday but the whole weekend looks set to be pretty damn awesome.
There's loads of amazing artists and writers there this year but I'm personally looking forward to meeting fellow small pressers and doing some swapping like last year.

THEDA THREE ......DONE!

Spent today strapped to a typewriter (not in a Misery way) and have finished all of Theda issue three Huzzah. 

Only a week till Bristol Expo EEEK! 

Look at my typing hand go. ...Yes that is a stuffed pheasant in the background.

THE GREAT TIN STANTON

The wonderful man that is Tin Stanton has made me this postcard to give out at forthcoming events.
I like my evil eyes and the doll controlling me.
Tin is a great writer you can buy his book here.